Flushing Things

Someone handed me their judgement 

So I flushed it down the drain

Didn’t bother even looking 

Let it wash away like rain 

They tried to hand me doubt too 

And its troubling cousin fear

I threw them all into my porcelain bowl 

And then casually necked a beer

Took the expectations I was given 

Flushed them like a terd

This time I watched and smiled

Their whooshing descent all I heard 

Now I can’t stop flushing things 

I’ll be doing it ’til Summer

My disinterest in other’s plans for me 

Might soon mean I need a plumber.